Han Qiuling nodded gently, then said, "Don't worry. I will."
With Han Qiuling's assurance, Xiao Mo's mind was set at ease.
Finally, he let out a long breath. "I'm going to bed!"
Xiao Mo leaped down from the roof, then returned to the King of Chu's bedchamber.
Han Qiuling gazed at Xiao Mo's retreating figure, a little lost in thought.
She was still thinking about what Xiao Mo had once said.
One day, all our destinies will be changed.
I will fulfill all my long-cherished wishes.
Suddenly, an inexplicable smile appeared on Han Qiuling's lips...
"Perhaps one day, all our destinies really will change!"
Putting those worries aside, Han Qiuling felt a little tired herself.
She leaped down, then returned to the Western Chu Heavenly King's bedchamber.
Moonlight shone over the earth like a soft veil of silver...
Everything grew quiet.
At noon the next day, Xiao Mo began preparing what they would need for the trip.
Then, that very day, he set off for the Gu Ling Secret Realm with Han Qiuling.
Xiao Mo and his three companions set out once again!
For the poetry and distant horizons in their hearts.
They arrived at the Gu Ling Secret Realm, but this ancient secret realm had yet to open.
And because this secret realm was very close to the Central Plains Continent,
quite a few Peak Dou Emperors and a smaller number of Dou Zong experts had also come.
Altogether, there were more than a hundred Peak Dou Emperors.
There were also over forty Dou Zong experts.
All of them were waiting for the Gu Ling Secret Realm to open.
Xiao Mo said to Han Qiuling, "Master, there are so many people!"
"Can we really make it to the end?"
Han Qiuling's answer remained the same. "Only through risk can